Underwear Shopping

Let me make it clear in the very beginning, I don’t like shopping and when it comes to buying something as mundane as underwear then I ask someone else to do it for me. Usually an easy target is my brother. The problem is that such shops have assortment of items and most of the items are are for girls. It is most embarrassing for me to walk down in a shop full of girls and ask for my stuff. It has happened to me once - the girls passed sly glances at me and then giggled in chorus. I came out without buying anything.
I was forced to go into one of these shops this time because my friend, who equally abhors such shopping orgies, had to buy one of these necessities for himself. Faced with no choice, I accompanied him to what looked like one of the more respectable stores where shopkeepers and sales people don’t make you feel like a sinner who has come to atone for a murder one has just committed.
Just as I dreadfully entered the shop my brilliant mind popped out an idea. It happens so many times that the best of the ideas come to you in most unexpected fashion. It happens that you are walking down the road and you see a passer-by crossing the road and an idea hits you, which is potent enough to transform human lives forever. It happened to Newton when he saw an apple falling down. It happened to somebody called Archimedes - the idea was so powerful that it made him run naked on streets of Rome. The next person in queue after Archimedes and Newton was me – the idea came to me the very moment I had crossed the threshold of the shop, like a shutter which has just opened.
It occurred to me how I could make it one of the better experiences in life, so along with my friend I decided to buy one for myself too, and suddenly I transformed myself to one of the most enthusiastic underwear shoppers. I first asked the salesman to give me some floral patterned underwear which, as expected, he did not have for men. Then I asked him to show me one with animals on it which again, as expected, he did not have for men. I then asked him for one with butterflies print, again the answer was in negative.
My friend, all this while had been looking, nay, gaping at me with his mouth open. And before I forget to mention, he had turned scarlet as well. I, meanwhile, continued with my shopping and asked the salesman for a mauve coloured variety. He did not even know what mauve colour was, nor did I, but it does not matter. Next I asked him for orange colour, which surprisingly, he did have and I purchased it.
I confess that I liked them. The colour was different, bold and extravagant. Since then, I have been resisting the temptation of wearing them over my pants.